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roopesh

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India
Writer and a fellow poet.
May 21, 2017
New Delhi, India

"The wedding bells were louder for me than others as she walked away with another while I stood still, stitching my broken heart."
"Don't dramatise the scene so much Ryan. Just tell me what exactly happened then" Tara replied.
"It's a distant memory Tara. I am allowed to dramatise a little to fill the loops which I am  unable to remember."
"Okay agreed. But stitching, sewing or for that matter any other tailoring technique, keep it to yourself. Please don't push them into your narrative!" She literally pleaded with both her arms raised while coming back to rest over me as I continued.
"First tell me why do you want to hear this story now?" I was actually puzzled why Tara had taken Priya's ...

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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May 18, 2017
New Delhi, India

It's amusing to see how things spiral so fast and it's equally annoying when we are part of that spiral. It had been three years since Priya and I had broken up, and it took me forever to get over our relationship. Finally when I thought I was clear and had moved on, her engagement news took me by surprise. She was getting married in a month and something within me was just not okay with it. I deep down knew that we made a terrible couple but I couldn't figure out why this sudden pain. It was disheartening, to be honest; I had finally felt it was done but why is this happening to me now, why now. It took me a lot of courage to dial her number and hear it from her directly to only realise how ...

NOTEBOOK DAY
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May 15, 2017
New Delhi, India

"The storms of your expectations and their deadlines
Hover all around like dark clouds in the deep blue sky;
Striking lightning at will while burning havoc at night,
But I wish you remain steady, you remain tough;
I know the time isn't easy to survive,
So you go tame the time to tick your own clock alive."

©roopesh

AMOR
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May 11, 2017
New Delhi, India

H for Hope

"I am the light that keeps you warm
From the pale wintery nights;
I am the breeze that flows around
When the curse of the albatross pins you down;
I am the fortune teller that shows you things
Where no one could guide you along;
I am neither a messiah nor a fake,
I am someone deep down within;  
I am your hope, hope of good things to happen
To you and you alone."

-roopesh©

ENJOY QUALITY TIME
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May 8, 2017
 

"I am scared Ryan! What if.."
"You must relax Tara. All will be well. We are almost there at the hospital. Try holding on for a while."
She had asked me stay back home, she knew that she wasn't alright. It was her last trimester and I should have been there next to her but I wasn't. I had these dreams of building a perfect future for our kid, a world which we couldn't receive. I never realised how carried away I would become. I never did, even then.
We luckily reached on time, and all went well. Our daughter Arya was born. She had her mothers eyes, those curious little ones which followed me wherever I went.
But now when I reminiscence the day, I could clearly sense that something broke b...

WRITE ME SOME LETTRS
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May 7, 2017
 

Marriages are mostly arranged in India. Mine was no different. It was in the fall of 1999, I had been working for a civil consulting firm for the past four years and was ready to take the big step of marriage. I had a failed relationship when I was in college; the heart break had left me shattered for years. I just didn't have the courage or the excitement to move on. The pain was pretty intense initially but it vaned way with time, slowly bit by bit. Now when I was ready to get hitched, a small part of me became curious, the one which badly wanted to fall in love all over again. That's when Tara happened to me. She and I had met only a couple of times before we got married. We didn't get a c...

CINCO DE MAYO
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May 4, 2017
 

"I sat down, recollecting and refurbishing the details of our last encounter. The time froze as the thoughts poured in to the floating phrases that I had been left to deal with. I closed my eyes, and finally allowed them the space to regroup into a complete whole for me to understand. The play was disturbing; the first thought that sparked reminded me of the void she had left, years ago. It's really strange that the first possible thought we get when we meet someone, who used to be close, is the one of departure, the one that actually hurts.

It was raining heavily that day; cyclone warning had been issued and the landfall was expected in the next 6 hours. I still remember the frantic calls ...

MAY PHOTO MONTH
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April 27, 2017
 

Deep Blue Sky

"I held a red cape around myself
With my little arm stretching towards the sky,
The tryst with the blue almighty
Had just begun with my first possible fly.

The flight wasn't long to be seen
As I crashed down in a hurry with bruises to worry,
But the dream was already sown,
The dream that got stronger after that tragic gore.

20 years and I stand, with my eyes
Still looking into the blue high; the cape
Had given away and the pilot in me finally arrived
As I awaited my turn in the cockpit to finally kiss my beloved sky."

-roopesh©

ORIGINAL
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April 26, 2017
 

My Dear Politician

"You change their colours to make them same as your own
To reach the place where they thought they could never reach;
Like the speckles of gold dust flying around in the air,
You be the guide, the orator to which the crowd will find it's rhyme.

The kindness they bestow, the love they share with you
Isn't the one to be taken for granted or taken otherwise,
Because the reason for their rhyme wasn't in the past
Or in the future, it is in the present for you to realise.

So take them in your stead, love them from your heart,
Make yourself their own to reach them where they need,
Only to realise that the rhyme, the colour, the dust,
They never really mattered; and what...

ORIGINAL
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April 23, 2017
 

"Some stories begin for a different end,
Some are told for achieving their narrow bend;
Some leave us awakened in our dreams,
Some make us stay awake for another pseudo play;
Some rise from the ashes to survive,
Some dragons just wield fire to destroy;
Some talk sense to unite,
Some divide you to conquer;
Some stay with you forever,
Some disappear before you ever arrive."

-roopesh©

ORIGINAL
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April 21, 2017
New Delhi, India

"Let's make a rainbow, rather than blue, red, or for that matter saffron."

-Inspired from "The Danger of a Single Story" by Chimamanda.

ORIGINAL
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April 21, 2017
New Delhi, India

He was scrolling through his feed while one post caught his attention. He realised he wasn't the only one to pick the others presence than the tickling sea water and the corner park bench. He just wished they would connect, again.

BOB TAYLOR
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April 19, 2017
New Delhi, India

"Tormented by the past, and sketched about the future,
The story might sound scary to begin, but every tryst begins unfamiliar."

-roopesh©

BOB TAYLOR
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April 16, 2017
New Delhi, India

"Follow, not worship, great leaders."

#RandomReadings
#InspiredQuote

ORIGINAL
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April 14, 2017
 


"Don't make that sound, people are looking at us." I chirped.
"That's how I drink my coffee. The sound has a flavour of its own." She hit back.
"Like this one?" I held out a loud sip, now even the manager at the counter was looking at us with blank eyes.
"Stop it Ryan. You will get us evicted!"
"Who started it? Flavour and all? I want to find my flavour too."
"Oh please, can we get over this?"
"Not until I am done with my coffee!" I sipped another loud one. Her expressions changed all of a sudden, she became quiet and pretended that I don't exist.
"Attitude" I broke the silence with an awkward laugh. But she didn't reply a word, so I got back to my coffee, and this time it was only s...

ANGEL OF FAITH
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April 12, 2017
New Delhi, India

She picked up salt instead of sugar and added two tablespoons of it. I sat down to have my cup of tea, and I wasn't amused. I rallied myself to the bathroom only to return red faced with a simple question in my mind.

"What did I do now?"

She chose not to answer. I tried hard to think what I had forgotten, what special could this day be. I very well knew Tara's way of expressing her displeasure, it had almost become a routine, at least once every month. But today's tea was the most salty that I have been yet served, that made me only more perplexed to find the reason.

"Tell me, what did I do wrong?" I sat down, dumbfounded, looking at her.

She slowly passed a note and made her way towa...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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April 10, 2017
New Delhi, India

Tara,

They say if a writer falls in love with you, then you are immortalised in his words forever. These immortal chains of your memory held together for the writer to reminiscence about love that he once thought would succeed, is sometimes too suffocating to relive them again and again. So today, I set you free. I am letting you go from the bonds of emotions that I depend on to write, I am letting myself in to see if love gives me another chance to find.
So adieu my long lost thought, my very first love. Thanks for everything.

Regards,
Ryan.

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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April 4, 2017
New Delhi, India

"I scathe down the memories,
The rolled tears, the silent burst outs,
And the smile I carried despite the pain,  
Despite the bruises to my gentle heart,
To the time I had rolled up my sleeves
To shout it all out but to only stay away,
Away for no reason, to keep others unscathed
For the mistakes I played no part to be punished for,
I took them all in, I let the bruises grow deeper & thicker
To a point that I think I can't take it anymore;
I know I had enough to be silent about,
I know I have enough to speak out now,
It's time that I reach out to get what I deserved
To speak what I feel, to do what I think is right to,
It's time for me to realise that I love myself
Way more than I co...

ORIGINAL
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March 30, 2017
New Delhi, India

'Yet not yet'

"Content and satisfied
Yet incomplete and lost;
Love life philosophy
Yet money making practicality;
Impressed at the first sight
Yet the prejudices stay relate;
Truth remains a fact
Yet post-truth the reality."

Roopesh©

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
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March 29, 2017
New Delhi, India

"Like the speckles of gold dust flying around,
The enlightened souls shine the path for others to flow."

Roopesh©

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
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March 27, 2017
New Delhi, India

---United---

"Flying high away in freedom,
The birds find their way in the blue,
A clarion call amid the silence,
And the flock gets ready to glue.

The breeze from within the gather
Catches the eye of an aged soul,
Famished and battered by slavery
His old eyes glitter at sight of one whole.

The idea spells fire in the hearts
And the minds of the ravaged, the conquered,
It strikes deep within a place called hope
As the heads long fallen rise towards the sky.

The wind kisses their zeal, enriches their spirit,
As they gather together under the old man
To march their union, to show their solidarity
To make themselves the master of their own fate.

They stand their peace, they hold ...

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
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March 21, 2017
New Delhi, India

"Dead Poet's Society", it's been one of the most influential movies I have seen, the very one which influenced me to rhyme. It was back in the winter of 2014 when I had chanced upon to watch this epic movie unfold, leaving me pondering at the sight of being able to write a poem of my own, or say at least a couplet to recite. I had written stories in the past but poetry always felt surreal to achieve. So that day when I sat down before my word document, with all those apprehensions of never being able to finish my poem, a miracle finally happened. It began with my most dear yet painful emotion "Heartbreak", and the words that followed didn't just tragically break open but flowed calmly with th...

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
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March 19, 2017
New Delhi, India

"Where do we hide our angst, our rage?" Twenty year old boy asked his dad.
"In literature." Came the reply.
"If they come for literature, then?"
"Then find your silence to answer."
"Doesn't that make me a coward, Dad"
"It makes you strong my son, it makes you strong."
"How?" His curious eyes were answered by a gentle pat on his shoulder as his dad walked past with a smile.
"Be patient son, everything has its own time to be understood."

The boy nodded in respect but remained perplexed from within. It was going to be a restless night for him that day. He had seen his first share of discrimination at college, and it would take him a long time to digest that. He had been mocked before for h...

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
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March 14, 2017
New Delhi, India

"In the chaotic world like ours,
I find solace in your thought."

-roopesh©

Hurray for Hollywood
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March 10, 2017
 

A story is nothing but a journey. A journey to reach different destinations through varied emotions, realised through words.

-Roopesh©

Hurray for Hollywood
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March 8, 2017
 

"Clouded by the walled exterior,
Trembled along the chores of a false self;
I await the one who would see the truth,
To be the light who would guide me through."

#BeautyandtheBeast

Hurray for Hollywood
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March 2, 2017
 

Wait for that person who will believe in your crazy little world, driving life into those dreams by reliving them together. However mad and impossible your dreams might sound to be, it will never sound that way to her. Because she will believe in you, she will see what no one could ever possibly see, the real you. When she will be around, there would be no filters, there would be no veils, there would only be naked truth, the naked you. So when she is there with you will know, how lucky one can be. There is no doubt that she would be rare to find but trust me it will be worth the wait. Just imagine a morning you wake up dialling her number and suddenly narrating her your dream, even breaking ...

Hurray for Hollywood
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March 1, 2017
 

"It ain't hard to be reached,
It ain't close to be heard,
It only needs to be felt,
It only needs to be expressed."

Could that be love?

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ORIGINAL
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February 25, 2017
 

"There is always a walk that I wonder about,
The one I so wanted to take her along;
I was too lost in her thoughts, I was too happy
Within the possibilities of chirping in a word
Or two to convince her that I was no creep,
That I was someone who genuinely cared
And had an equal share of respect tagged along;
These possibilities were too beautiful to stay away
but the reality a bit too weird to come about
Making me stuff those words deep within, and the moment when she glanced across
I had my head tilted away with embarrassment
As my mind roared with many voices at once, leaving a few that caught be my surprise;
"Did she judge me as another stalker?" I felt terribly small
At the sight ...

Hurray for Hollywood
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